Page 95 of The Forbidden Trio

“Oh. I… is that okay?”

“Are you kidding? It’s fucking glorious. But we need to get you rehydrated. Back to bed with you, girl. I’ll bring coffee and Gatorade.”

She grinned up at him. “Yes, Sir.”

He shook his head, the words going through him like a song. “I love to hear you say that. You have no idea.” He bent to kiss her lips. “Off with you, now.”

She smiled, then turned away as the coffee pot beeped. He loaded a wooden tray with both their steaming cups and a small bottle of Gatorade, and carried it to the bed, where he handed her the Gatorade first as he sat on the edge of the mattress.

“Drink.”

She did, greedily, then set the bottle on the nightstand and accepted her coffee mug.

“You’re spoiling me.”

“That’s exactly as it should be. Christ, baby, do you have any idea how gorgeous you are right now? With the morning light coming in, all sort of diffused like one of those artistic shots in a movie. Unbelievable.”

“You’re making me blush! And I’m a mess.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke a hand over her shoulder, her bare breast, making her luscious pink nipple harden. “It’s true. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. And the fact that you’re so open, so much on the same page as me when it comes to sex. Kink. How did I get so lucky?”

“Keep talking like that and you’re about to get lucky right now,” she purred.

“Mmm, that makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

“Yes, please,” she said, settling back on the pillows.

With a growl, he grabbed her coffee and put it on the nightstand. He ripped the sheets from the bed, then reached for the cuffs still hanging from their chains and quickly bound her wrists, her arms spread wide on the bed.

“Green, Aster?”

“Oh, yes,” she answered, her eyes gleaming, her cheeks and breasts flushed.

He ran his hands over her body, exploring the curves of her calves, thighs and hips, traced his fingertips over her ribcage, then took her breasts in both hands and massaged them. She began to moan softly, her eyes closing as he played with her nipples, teasing them with gentle fingers, then pinching them both hard.

“Oh!”

“Are we green?”

“Yes! Green!”

He chuckled, then pinched again, harder this time. She squirmed.

“Hold still, Aster. It’s going to be very, very important in a minute.”

“W… why?”

“Shh. Be a good girl and stay quiet. Stay very still.”

He reached between her thighs and found her pussy gorgeously wet. He couldn’t help himself—he had to slip two fingers inside her and pump until he felt her begin to contract, then with his other hand he rolled her clit between finger and thumb.

“Come, baby. Right now.”

“Ah, God!”

Her body arched off the bed, and he pumped inside her until the spasms subsided. Then he slipped his fingers from her body.

“Very good. Wait here one sec.”

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